Spanish Church

Went to a spanish church this evening. It took place outside in a cage. I felt like an ultimate fighter singing hymns behind bars, wondering if the wardens were the black crows that keep squaking at us and flipping their tails. Services started around 5pm with everyone really showing up at 5:30. Everything is done "Pura Vida" so we were told. Services were in spanish, lesson was in spanish, and through out it all I found myself saying, "Oh I know that word, oh that one too." Didn't understand the lesson, I'm not that far along, but as the night fell and the sky darkened it really felt like a Costa Rican worship service. Even towards the end when the rain poured down around us, splashing off the ground onto our ankles, and roaring off the tin roof I couldn't help but smile. Outdoor services with its weather and bugs, works wonders on your determination to focus. We slipped and slid back to the car, but smiling the whole way. What a great adventure, experience and way to improve my Spanish. Getting in touch with the community is really a way to experience the country.